“I sent the gifts!” I boom loudly as I throw open my front door early that morning for my daily delivery of fresh bread.
“Good morning,” I blurt out again remembering my good manners.
“Sending the fruit basket was easy. Note says ‘carpe diem’. Was really scared about sending the beans and peppers. Note says ‘work never killed anyone’. Strange how scared I am about this parcel. I know why though. My mother is going to want to skin me alive for attacking her favourite little Fatty,” I ramble on as Bakerman stands there smiling at me shyly, his parcels of fresh buns in hands.
“I’ll admit it. I’m chicken scared,” I glance around as if expecting neighbours to be eavesdropping at this early hours. “Like really really scared. At the same time I feel relieved, free and adventurous. I feel bold and daring. I feel like the chains are finally falling off. Time for Fatty to fall off his throne. His toilet throne. Fat pig.”
“Thanks!” I am almost hopping ecstatically on my doorstep now. “Get this! Google has contacted me. They want me to apply for an intern job at Google as an evangelist in conversion rate optimisation. I could be like Avinash Kaushik! But it would mean giving up my consultancy. I would be an employee. How much money can I ask for? I bet Avinash gets loads! What do you think?”
Bakerman pushes my parcels gently into my hands and waves goodbye as he gets into his van for his morning rounds. I am left smiling into the void on my doorstep. A dangerous feeling of surrealism and a fear of unforeseen consequences lingering in the air, though I refuse to address those head on.
What I really want at that moment is to go for a sunshine breakfast. Shake off the unpleasant feeling of this false high. What can I say? Never miss a chance to speak your mind. Listen to the amazing stories the people around you have to tell. Be inspired by all, the good and the bad.